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"Alright. Moving on to docking point..."

Snake walked past a few buildings -- presumably cafes and the like – but otherwise found no trouble advancing to the docking point. The "docking point" was a small area that was basically an unknown landing pad, with what seemed to be a fuel-supplying station nearby the port. As far as Snake could tell, there were three men inside – all of them wearing military uniforms. Two of the three soldiers were smoking; the other one was polishing what appeared to be a sawed-off shotgun. Snake snuck near the glass window in the front of the fuel station. Snake could hear voices that were muffled but well enough to hear. "...So then I give this kid a smack, and he starts crying! I mean, it's his first day and he DESTROYS the lower hold ramp! I mean, just anybody could get through the son of a bitch!" the soldier complained. "Yeah, but think about it; he's a rookie. Rookies don't know anything!" the second smoking soldier replied. The man polishing the sawed-off shotgun stood up. "I won't let anyone near the base." The soldier then cocks the pump-action shotgun. "Nor will Xelv here."

Zidel (Clint Eastwood)

He raises up the sawed-off weapon. "I'm sure you won't, Zidel." Snake noticed the soldier was wearing a balaclava, if you could call it that; the black face mask he was wearing only had openings for his noise and mouth. How could he see through that...? Snake then heard a loud noise coming from the east. Snake dived behind the opposing wall and peeked out to what the noise was. The source of the noise was a huge aircraft, resembling a huge airfighter. It looked 35-40 times the size of a normal airfighter, and had a huge lower hold – probably where the Metal Gear was stored. Then, Snake heard a very loud voice, probably from the exterior speakers of the aircraft. "Come on out, everyone! Secure the area, because this could take up to five hours to completely refuel!" Damn... Snake cursed mentally. Soon after, Snake saw many, many troops exit the aircraft, all with their rifles drawn and ready. The rifles looked like XM8s, all suppressed and with laser-sighting. It looked like it was even equipped with a lume flashlight under the barrel as well. Snake placed two fingers under his ear and called Otaon.

"Otacon, I'm in trouble. I'm at the docking point, but it looks like most, if not all of the soldiers are extracting themselves from the air base. Their commander said it would probably take five hours to refuel, too," Snake reported. "What should I do?" "Hmm...I don't know, Snake. That one's up to you." Otacon unhelpfully said. "Thanks," came from an angry Snake. Snake shut off his codec and stalked around the wall and examined more closely. Snake could see the hole the soldiers were talking about. Thinking carefully, Snake pulled out one of the explosive spheres. He squeezed it slightly and tossed it as far as he could in the opposite direction of the air-base. Snake pushed the button on the remote. Nothing. Probably due to the limited range. But a persistent Snake kept pressing the button and finally, the sphere exploded into a sparkly show of red, green, and blue flames. The explosion did some damage to the ground beneath it as well – ten inches deep of the ground was blown away. As expected, every soldier pointed their rifle toward the explosion and ran off. Snake took his chance and rushed over to the hole in the bottom of the air-base. Snake pulled himself up, into the chambers of the giant, aerodynamic base.

"Hmm..." said Zidel, watching Snake enter the base. "This could be fun. An agent sent to stop us...?" Zidel laughed. "I won't report him just yet. Instead, I'll have my fun with him...and then he can be thrown 40,000 feet down when I blast him away! Ha ha ha!"

Snake examined his new surroundings. Snake heard a slight beep on the Soliton radar, signifying Otacon had been correct about having the schematics to the base. Snake decided to call Otacon.

"This is Snake. I've managed a way into the base." "Were you seen?" Otacon asked. "No, I don't think so," Snake answered. "Anyway, enter the lower hold. It should be down the next turn, the last door on the right. Behind this door, you'll find a chute. Slide down into it, and you should end up in the hold where Metal Gear is stored. From there..." Otacon continued, explaining key structural point to the Metal Gear model, where to set the explosives, where the shoot with the RGB6, and other miscellaneous facts. "...And when you're done, be sure to activate the bombs. Under any circumstances, do NOT set them off while you are still inside." "Gotcha," Snake answered before turning his codec off. Snake descended into the deserted hallway, looking around for enemy sentries along the way. Oddly enough, it seemed as if no one was here...Probably all still dazzled by my little surprise... Snake thought. Snake proiceeded down the very long hallway and finally reach the end of the hall. Snake pushed open the steel door to the right and, sure enough, there was a large chute leading down into the holds below. Tucking his legs inside, Snake fell into the darkness below him...

Snake fell for a while. After what seemed an eternity, Snake landed very hard on his bottom. "Agh..." let out a slightly hurt Snake. Then, finally noticing the huge monstrosity before him, Snake stepped back. It was a huge war machine, exactly as Otacon described. Only it was bigger. The heat-seeking missiles that were loaded on its back were ready, the XM8-force machine guns were loaded, and it seemed as if it had been operational for a short while before Snake arrived. Death was upon the world if Snake did not stop this terror...

Swoosh.

Snake looked around to the chute, raising his silenced USP and cocking it. No one was there. Snake heard footsteps.

Clap, clap, clap...

Snake looked at the figure that walked out from behind the ar machine's leg.

It was Zidel.